He was breathing heavily, obviously too angry to know what he was saying because as soon as he calmed down he finally realized what he just said to me. I’ve been called a before, I’ve been called words harsher than that. But coming from him, it hurts...a lot. Ljoe blinked in stunned and opened

his mouth but no words came out. I stared at him expressionless in return, I looked at him with nothing but emptiness in my eyes. Casually I tucked my brown hair over my ear walked passed him.

“H-Hyuna, I-I didn’t mean” he whispered sounding pained.

I looked at him for mere second before I walked inside his room and gathered all my things, not once pausing, not once looking at my shoulder, not once showing weakness. Through my blurry vision I saw Jiyeon sitting on the edge of the bed looking at me unsurely.

I smiled lightly, “Bianhe”

Slinging my back over my shoulder, I made my way downstairs and ignored Ljoe’s calls and plead. I said my goodbye to his mother and walked to my car where I sat for moment before starting the engine and driving wherever my mind will take me. Right now nothing mattered; I lost a tutor, a friend. It doesn’t even matter that there’s a big chance that I’m going to send back to the US. I watched as the lights pass by in a blur, tears began fall. I would a tear rolling down my cheeks as I everything starts coming back to me. From the way he looked at her with such love, to the way he looked at me with such h